Carla’s POV Just as she was about stabbing herself, Carlos walked in, saving the day. The moment Catherine saw him, the knife slipped from her grasp, clattering loudly against the cold tiles. She was so overjoyed by Carlos’ presence that she couldn’t wait for him to move close to her. She tried getting up from the bed to throw herself in Carlos’ arms, momentarily forgetting about the condition of her legs. She fell onto the ground, yelling in pain. As Aunt Stephanie, Aurora and I moved towards her to help her up, Carlos just stood frozen on the point, confusion hitched on his face. We helped Catherine up onto the bed, while she continued to whine in pain. Catherine’s gaze travelled to Charles, who didn’t move an inch. “See, he didn’t even try to help me up. He doesn’t love me again!!” Catherine lamented, as she sobbed the more. “Just let me die!!! Leave me to die” she yelled, trying to hurt herself but Aunt Stephanie and Aurora pinned her hands to the bed, preventing her f
Carla’s POV I was too shocked to realize that everyone else in the room was staring at me. The sound of my phone falling had diverted their attention to me.“Marry her? Where is that coming from? Why would she ask for that the moment she woke up?” I wondered, struggling to steady my breathing. My gaze met Carlos’, his eyes silently pleading for rescue. He looked cornered, unsure of how to respond to Catherine’s request. “Either he accepts, and we become co-wives, or he refuses, and she does the unthinkable,” I thought, torn between the two choices. Silence consumed the room, as if the world had come to a halt for a few seconds. “Carlos, why aren’t you responding? Don’t you want to marry me? Is it because I am crippled?” Catherine’s heavy-hearted voice interrupted the silence, making the room lively once again. Her eyes were laced with tears, as she heartbrokenly stared at Carlos. “No, my love. That’s .... not it. It’s just that .........” Carlos’ shaky voice said stammering, un
Carla’s POV “What do you mean, her? Have you been cheating on me with her even before my accident? Have you?!!!” Catherine yelled in frustration; her voice laced with accusation. By that time, I had already turned around to face them. “Cheat on you?” Carlos scoffed, releasing her hands as he stood abruptly. “I never cheated on you—but you did. Do you even know what you did to her? To your own sister?” Carlos’ voice was filled with anger, the forced smile he had worn earlier vanishing in an instant. I knew exactly where Carlos was headed—he was about to expose everything. But the truth could break Catherine. It could make her hate herself, or worse, drive her to harm herself. “Carlos, don’t,” I warned, stepping closer to him. “I shouldn’t? Why do we have to keep lying to her? Let’s tell her the truth so everyone can finally be at ease. She needs to stop making these ridiculous demands! I am fucking tired of this pretense. Her touch alone disgusts me.” Carlos’ voice dripped with
Carla’s POV “Why did you do that? I thought we both agreed on sticking to the plan. Why did you have to tell her the bitter truth?” I asked Carlos, who was seated beside me on the bench, which was outside Carla’s ward. I was furious about what he did and was ready to lash out at him. At the same time, I feared what Catherine would do after finding out the truth. “Firstly, I never agreed with you on deceiving her and secondly, how do you expect me to hurt you again when I had done that before?” he replied, his dazzling eyes piercing into mine. “I know you are hurting, and you are just pretending to be okay. I have hurt you because of that woman before and you want me to do that again?” he asked, pointing in the direction of Catherine’s room. His pitch was somehow high, as if he was angry with me due to my decision but he was trying not to make it noticeable. “Babe, I know you are worried about her, but I can assure you that she will be fine. You don’t have to keep sacrifi
Carla’s POV. I stared blankly at the soul, which was lying on the bed before me, feeling tired of everything. I wondered what I had done to deserve that kind of life – the life where I will be happy now and the next minute, my happiness will turn into sadness. I was tired – frustrated by everything. I wanted to run away, to yell at Catherine to stop throwing tantrums but I couldn’t bring myself to abandon her. I remembered how I had driven crazily to the hospital after receiving that call. “She slit her wrist as soon as she woke, obviously with the intention of killing herself. For now, I will advise we all keep our eyes on her. She shouldn’t be left alone at any point in time” the doctor’s words rang in my head. That was the time she needed me the most, and I was ready to stick to her side no matter what. Amelia and I stayed with her all through the night, watching over her and waiting for her to wake up. Eventually, she did. “Catherine, are you okay?” I anxiously asked
Carla’s POV I was staring at her lifeless body, which was laid on a stretcher, in the holding room. I had run to the hospital thinking the Detective was wrong – thinking he had mistaken someone else for Amelia. “Amelia can’t be dead. She isn’t the one” I had assured myself as I drove to the hospital, being optimistic. But seeing her lying there, cold and motionless, I knew I had hit rock bottom. There was no way for me to deny reality anymore. The heavy weight of the truth and reality made me shiver under the hot weather. My legs trembled and I saw myself collapsing onto the floor, tears slowly rolling out of my clouded eyes. When I realized my only confidant was gone, the fear of being alone gripped me. “She was the only one who stood by me – the one who reassured me that everything would be okay. She fought for me when I couldn’t stand up for myself. Then, why wasn’t I there when she needed me the most? I haven’t even reciprocated half of the love she showed me. So, how co
Carla’s POV “I am sorry, but we lost them” the doctor announced, each word dragged as he let out a heavy breath. “Lost them? What does that mean?” I thought, staring at the doctor blankly. “What do you mean by lost them? They just had stomachache and bleeding noses. So, how could they have died from that?” Carlos’ trembling, yet loud voice asked. He was anxious but tried his best to be as calm as he could be. “Those signs they showed before giving up, could be likened to food poison, but we can’t be certain until we conduct an autopsy on them. I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Carlos” the doctor sympathized, before excusing himself. I couldn’t talk .... couldn’t move. I just stood still, giving my brain enough time to process what was going on. “Died? How could they be dead? People that I was with at the dining table a few minutes ago. He must not know what he is talking about” I mulled over, scoffing before bursting out into laughter. I was in denial – vehemently believing tha
Carla’s POV “Catherine, what are you talking about? Killed who?” I asked astonished, with confusion etched on my face. “So, you are pretending not to know what I am saying? I know you killed Granny, John and Zoe. You killed them!!!” Catherine yelled, pointing accusing fingers at me, which left me flabbergasted. “Killed them? Why would I do that? Do you even know what you are talking about, Cat?” I asked, confused. Everything felt like a prank – a dream. How could I have killed my child? Is this a dream? It was not until I pinched myself that I realized everything was real. “I told you that day ...... I begged you not to and you promised me you wouldn’t do it. Why then did you kill them? Why did you kill my son after I begged you to let everything go?” Catherine questioned as tears rolled down her eyes. I was lost – confused. What day is she talking about? When did I tell her I was going to kill them? Is everything okay with her? “Catherine, what are you talking about? What
Carla’s POV. “What ...... what did you just say?” my voice shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I was still trying to process the shock of what I heard when a voice emerged from the darkness. “Just exactly what you have heard” a terrifying masculine voice replied, sending a chill down my spine. I could hear slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind. Immediately Susan heard the voice and saw the being, she collapsed onto the floor in sheer terror. It was him – our subject of discussion. Finally, the footsteps stopped. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Summoning courage, I turned around to face him but instead of one, I was met with three familiar faces- Aunt Stephanie, Carlos and Catherine. That time around, Catherine wasn’t sitting in her wheelchair- she was standing on her two legs, and it was then I realized that they had all been in the game together right from the onset. Their expression was unreadable, and their gazes were masked wit
Carla’s POV. "What… are you saying? What do you mean you’re carrying Carlos’ child? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?” I stuttered, finding it hard to wrap my head around her confession. “I know it’s hard for you to believe Miss, but I am telling the truth. I have been his sex toy for quite a long time” she whispered, lowering her gaze in shame. “Wait, are you being real right now? You mean you and Carlos have been having something together behind my back?” My voice shook, with a mix of disbelief and anger. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, biting her lower lip as if she were afraid of my reaction. “I didn’t do it on my own accord – he forced me. I sincerely wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how to inform you that I had been sharing your man with you all along. I am sorry”. My heart pounded violently at her words. I felt numbness overpower my strength and I staggered, holding onto the rail for support. So, Catherine wasn’t the only one he cheated on me with? Ano
Carla’s POV. I was seated on the bed that day, looking at the pictures of Catherine, which I had taken in secret, meeting with people from Carlos’ company. I was trying to see if I would be able to find anything suspicious which I could use against her. Just then, my phone rung and it was a call from the person I least expected. At first, I didn’t want to pick up the call but eventually I did, wanting to hear her out and hoping I would be able to get the evidence I needed from her. Upon picking the call, the receiver’s end fell silent. She neither made a sound nor spoke. I instantly became worried- thinking that something had happened to her, or she was in some kind of danger. “Susan, are you there?” I calmly asked, wanting to confirm if she was still with me. But she still didn’t say anything. I stayed on the call for some minutes, hoping she would say something when she was finally ready. Tired of being left hanging, I threatened to hang up on her. “Call me when you are
Carla’s POV. The days that followed were hell for me. I woke up every single day blaming myself for being the cause of their deaths. Although I wasn’t the one who poisoned or pushed them off the rooftop, I was still indirectly involved in their deaths. “If not for me, they wouldn’t have died. If Catherine doesn’t hate me, they would still be alive” I kept on telling myself every day. Day by day, Carlos became distant. He barely came home and whenever he did, he was always drunk to stupor. He became a nuisance and stopped going to the company. Uncle Chris had to fill in his position at the company, just to ensure everything ran smoothly.He refused to bury them, hammering on the fact that he needed time to accept that they were finally gone. I had approached him on several occasions, requesting us to talk but his response was always: “I have nothing to say to you”. After that encounter, Susan resigned and left the mansion. I wasn’t even aware of that until I heard it from one o
Carla’s POV. “You may leave now” Aunt Stephanie instructed Susan, who was still on her knees, crying. Sluggishly, she rose to her feet and made her way to the door but before she stepped out of the room, she looked at me. Her eyes were filled with regret and longing. There was heaviness in them – a silent desperation for my forgiveness. Tears escaped her eyelids, slowly trailing down her cheeks – tears of the apology, she couldn’t bring herself to say. And with that, she walked away, never looking back. “You are lucky that Carlos intervened in this matter. If I was left alone to decide what to do with you, I would have made you rot in jail forever. Like Carlos said, go and never come back. I never want to see your face in the house again, you bitch!!” Aunt Stephanie roared. “Let’s go, Catherine. This murderer isn’t worth our time” she further said, grabbing the wheelchair handle, ready to wheel Catherine out of the room. “Can you go ahead first, Aunt? I would love to have a c
Carla’s POV. Finally, the door creaked open, and Aurora stepped in, with Susan trailing behind her. Susan hesitated by the door, her eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding everyone's eyes. “Come in” Carlos commanded, gesturing for Susan to walk in. She obeyed and stood in front of Carlos. “Now, face her and repeat all that you had told me in her presence” he ordered, his gaze not leaving Susan’s face. The look in Susan’s eyes was full of guilt and fear which hinted that she had already chosen her side. Before she opened her mouth to talk, I had already known where that was going to end. Susan swallowed hard; her hands clenched in front of her. She let out a heavy breath before she finally looked up at me for the first time since she entered. The betrayal in her eyes said it all. That she wasn’t on my side – she never was. “I ... I” she stammered, taking a pause before she continued. “I poisoned the food. Miss Carla told me to do so. She never said the drug would make them die.
Carla’s POV. “Carla, open the damn door!!” the loud banging on the door, pulled me out of my slumber. For the past four days that I had gotten back into that house, I had not been able to get a good sleep because of the reoccurring dream of Zoe calling onto me to join her, every time I shut my eyes. I was just about to get some sleep when I heard the banging on the door. “Carla, I know you are in there. Open this damn door right now or else, I am going to break it down!!” I heard Carlos' yell again, continuously banging on the door. I could hear Aunt Stephanie’s voice, telling him to calm down. I was too weak to get up. Nothing had passed through my esophagus in the past four days, not even water. I didn’t have the appetite to eat. I just locked myself up in Zoe’s room for days, drowning myself in sorrow. No one bothered to check up on me – not even Carlos. But now that they were standing at the door, I wondered what the problem was. I gathered the last of my strength and
Carla’s POV. I was left all alone, feeling abandoned. The disdainful feeling of being betrayed collided with that of mourning. I was mourning the death of my loved ones and at the same time, burning with rage at the ones that had forsaken me. “How could Catherine have gone this far? She even killed her son just to see me fall? Is she truly that heartless?” those questions lingered on my mind as I curled myself up in a corner of the room. The room was enveloped by silence, and I couldn’t have been more frustrated and despairing. I needed someone to console me – to assure me that everything would be okay. I wanted someone to come to save me, but no one did - not even Carlos. The only being who had always paid attention to me and consoled me was gone and ironically, I was being accused of being her murderer. I felt like I was locked out of the world. I couldn’t stand up from where I was curled. I just remained there for what felt like eternity, slowly embracing sadness and sile
Carla’s POV. At the point where I was fixated, tears slowly escaped from my eyelid, streaming down my eyes. I was left all alone – abandoned by the man I had thought would believe me and stay by my side. “If everything Catherine said turns out to be true, I will make you regret ever messing with my family. I won’t allow my mother’s killer to go scot-free. Trust me” Aunt Stephanie threatened before angrily storming out of the room, with Aurora and Uncle Chris trailing behind her. But not without them eyeing me disgustingly. I was left all alone with Catherine, who was putting a satisfying and mockery smile on her face. “Catherine, why are you doing this to me again? What have I done to deserve all this? Just why?” I asked her tirelessly, my voice barely a whisper. I was too exhausted to yell – too tired to fight back. Carlos’ hurtful words drained out all the energy I had left within me and my desire to expose Catherine’s lies and be clean of the accusations slowly began vani